AAAAIIIIEEEEEEAH!!!!
And with that yell and a push, my third daughter was born.
My daughter, my sister - because our fathers are the same person. That's right I've had my father's children. Two boys and, now, three girls. My blond, blue eyed babies , just like me and Daddy!
I've been having his babies since just before my nineteenth birthday, I'm now 23.
That's one baby just about every nine months, for those who like to do the math.
You see, me and my daddy just love to make love. Five or six times a day, every day and Daddy hates the thought of birth control...so we get the obvious results.
I don't mind. I like giving my Daddy more babies to love, and he's such a good Daddy. He provides for all of us, and provides well too 'cause he's rich. He spends quality time with me and all our children.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you how this all started.
My Mamma and Daddy met in high school in 10th grade. They fell in love and were inseparable thereafter. By 12th grade Mama was pregnant with me. Daddy did the right thing and married her, dropped out of high school, got a couple of jobs and started supporting his fledging family.
Of course it was hard at first. Daddy's jobs didn't pay all that well, (minimum wage at first) but he insisted that Mamma finish high school, at least, and then think about college. He said one uneducated redneck in the family was more than enough.
Despite a lack of formal education, Daddy was always tinkering with ideas and he was especially intrigued with computers.
After Mama finished two years of college courses she found a decent job in an office and in short order became the office manager. That allowed Daddy to take some computer courses and long story short, he came up with a couple of devices and an app that he sold the rights to for about $250 million. So he and Mamma were set for life.
Unfortunately that life time together was only to last just over 1 year.
About six months after my 16th birthday, Mama was killed in a boating accident. A couple of drunken fishermen were coming into the marina way too fast and hit Mama's canoe. She died instantly.
Daddy and I were completely devastated.
Daddy could hardly even speak for most of the next year. We both moped around the house, just going through the motions. When we started to come out of that funk we clung to each other for comfort and solace.
We would sit cuddled together on the sofa after dinner in our PJs and just watch some mindless TV shows. I think the closeness and touch of another human helped us slowly heal.
Ever so slowly, and with the help of a grief counselor, both Daddy and I started to come out of our grief and began to restart our lives.
I started taking an interest in my high school life again and Daddy showed some interest in his business projects again.
It was around this time I also noticed that he had started to take more interest in me. He would simply watch me as I moved about the house, or when I did my exercises in front of the TV. He would often give me random hugs or a brief caress on my cheek. I never viewed these as sexual in nature, just as my Daddy showing me he cared for his daughter -- his Baby Girl.
Life began to unfold as it should. I finished my last year of high school (not magna cum laude or anything but with respectable marks) and decided to take some time off before selecting a college and a course to major in.
Because Daddy and I had been so close in consoling each other over the past year, (I hadn't made any romantic attachments) there were no concerns about moving to an out of town college and losing a boyfriend, except that I worried about Daddy. Thinking about not being near him on a daily basis brought pangs to my heart.
Daddy seemed to be focused on keeping busy thinking up new things to invent and finding buyers or investors for his projects. He seemed content, but there were no women in his life. It seemed to me that he clearly wasn't ready to move on with that aspect of his life, yet. I worried he might never and be lonely for the rest of his life.
In the almost two years that had passed since Momma died, I had "blossomed" into womanhood. I had been tiny (5 foot 4 inches) and thin. Since then I had grown about two inches; put on some healthy looking weight, developed "C" cup sized breasts and wider hips with nicely rounded buttocks. In short, I thought I looked pretty hot with my shoulder length blond hair and sparkling blue eyes.
I had an inkling that this change had not gone unnoticed by Daddy. More than once I had caught him watching me, now with a strange look in his eyes. A look of longing, and was that lust?
Our nightly snuggles on the couch had gotten a bit closer. Daddy would cuddle me close and rub my arms or my back or massage my feet and legs -- it did feel so good. Safe and warm in my Daddy's big strong arms.
That warmth always seemed to pool in my loins. I would go to my bed every night with the crotch of my PJs not only damp, but wet.
I knew it was affecting Daddy too because more than once (even though he tried to hide it) I could tell he had a huge erection, and I do mean huge! Yeah, Daddy was hung!
This is as good a place as any to describe Daddy. He's 6 foot 4 inches tall, weighs in at about 225 pounds of solid, but not bulky, muscle, tight abs. All in all, pretty fit. His penis is 8 ¾ inches long flaccid and about 10 ½ erect and thick, about the size of a Red Bull can ,with testes the size of Large Grade A eggs. He has sandy blond hair and blue eyes. (kind of looks like the Marlboro Man). In short, a girl's wet dream.
For my eighteenth birthday, Daddy invited some friends from my school and since he loved to cook made us a wonderful meal. Caesar salad, with his home made dressing, Osso Buco alla Milanese, pasta, plus several bottles of Chianti. Nobody was feeling any pain by the time the last cab left with our guests some time around midnight.
"Leave the dishes" said Daddy, "I'll look after them in the morning, come and have a night cap with me before bed."
"You sure?" I said. "We just have to load them in the dishwasher."
"Yeah, I'm sure. In my state, I'd probably break some and anyway the pots have to be hand washed.
Come sit with your old man."
"OK Daddy, I'll pour. What's your fancy? And by the way you're not old!"
" Some Gran Marnier would be nice" he said.
"Gran Marnier for two it is!" I replied with a little giggle.
I poured the amber liqueur into two snifters and the scent of spiced oranges wafted to my nose. I passed one to Daddy, who swirled it in the glass to warm it before tasting.
I sat on the couch, cuddled up to my Daddy, just like when I was younger, and sipped the Gran Marnier. The brandy was warm in my mouth and throat, making me very mellow and relaxed.
As I finished the glass I could feel the alcohol going straight to my head, on top of the wine from dinner. I leaned back further into Daddy's arms and chest enjoying the feeling of warmth and safety.
I looked up and saw Daddy looking at me with softness and love. "You know, you look a lot like your mother did when she was your age" he said softly. "I miss her so much". His eyes watered up a little. I saw the pain and longing in his face.
"I miss her too" I said and found my emotions caused me to tear up a bit too.
Then he leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead, he paused, then kissed the bridge of my nose... and then on the lips! The longer he kissed me the deeper and more passionate it became! He was no longer kissing like a father kisses his daughter, but like a lover kisses his love.
A bit startled at first, I found myself kissing him back. I opened my lips and he quickly inserted his tongue. My panties were getting very damp. I realized I wanted this. No, I needed this. I wanted this to go on, and on.
We began to touch each other through our clothes. I ran my little hands up his muscled chest.
Daddy's hand was on my left breast, gently squeezing, rubbing, pinching through my blouse. I wasn't in he habit of wearing a bra, so the sensations were heightened. My pussy began to get really wet.
My one hand was cradling Daddy's head as he kissed and fondled my breasts, first one then the other. He started to undo the buttons on my blouse, exposing my naked breasts and immediately began to suckle them. I had never felt anything so wonderful. The feeling was a direct lightning bolt to my clit, and if it was possible I became even wetter, I was now wet through my panties and the crotch of my slacks. My free hand still rested on Daddy's chest, feeling the masculine hairiness there and rubbing his nipples over his shirt.
Daddy's one hand travelled to my crotch and began pressing and rubbing there, creating a wonderful pressure against my sensitive clit and making me even wetter.
I was in heaven. "Ooohhh DDaaaDDDDYYY!" I cooed. "I love you Daddy. Don't stop, please don't stop." I begged. Like it had a mind of its own my hand drifted from the front of his shirt to the front of his pants to rub the obvious, large bulge there. He groaned on my right breast as I rubbed, and I noticed that the front of his pants had a growing wet spot also.
In simultaneous action we began to remove each other's clothes. In a rush, Daddy removed by blouse and I quickly took his shirt, rubbing his slightly hairy but muscled chest. He was massaging both of my breasts , suckling on my right nipple.
